Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1887-03-16

draperics, from which arose faint, sub
tie perfume. In the dim light the wo-
men could not read each others faces,
but Marquand's wife must have felt the
talmncss of her foe.
$50 on!' said Sybil, in her smooth,
low voice; ''go ON and say what words
you will"
"Hussy!' cried the other, then hurled
q stilled more shameful name.
"Listen," said Sybil. She moved
slowly backwards until she stood just
before the open window. Her arms
hung loosely at her sides, there seemed
no passion In the soft, sweet body.
"Listen. / have broken no law; l
have meant to break none
When you married Gordon Marquand,
YOU knew he loved me; you knew that
had still been free he would have
waited years for mo. You knew that l
had been sold for price, despite my
bitter tears and entrcaties, to man l
had never dreamed of loving. And
YOU had money; and you schemed, and
Iabored, and succeeded in capturing
nv lover for your husband. You knew
h; did not love you, handsome as you
were Well, you see do
not lie. walked with your husband
tonight. Do you know what we said
to each other? Put down your hands,
| YOU do not brighten me; l may not
see him ever again, but here, in my
heart, | love him-do you understand?
And his love is mine, do what you
| will" her voice was thrilled with pas
sion. II loved him first
DO YOU want to know what we said to
each othcr?'
Marquand's wife sprang forward.
You f1aunt your shame in my face"
she cried hoarsely, even as Hamilton
Denning had cried.
There is no shame" said Sybil;
mo shame Only love-"
The other fell upon her like tiger.
81 will choke you, if you dare to say
sou
Her hands were on the white throat
of her enemy. In her fury she must
have lost all reason.
They struggled so to the open win
dow; then, forced outward, past the
sill, a white form fluttered for an in
slant. There was a stitied cry, and
then
Marquand's wife lay stunned for a
moment, then she ran shrieklng through
the hall, shrieking and beating the ali
with her hands.
The other guests made out, present
", what she would have them to know
that Sybil Denning had fallen from
her window. She had not fallen to the
ground, but thirty feet or more, to the
level roof of the veranda.
They carried her in off the roo
senseless; carried her back to the 81
lence of her own chamber, and, looking
in her face, found gray shadow. ,
''She cannot live" said the physl
clans who were hastily summoned.
Marquand's wife stood at the door
when it opened after the consultation.
evil she die?" she asked in HUSKY
whisper, and, shuddering, passed in.
Svbil Denning lay motionless, ant
the gray look deepened on her face.
Friends and strangers tiptoed pas
the door, and whispered in the CORR
doris.
No one knew where kilograms woul(
reach Hamilton Denning.
The moments crept by. Someon
else crept up along the hall, but daret
| not enter. 1t was Gordon Marquand.
He had in his eyes the look of death
| and on his chest deadly weight.
Something barred him from tn
chamber of the woman he had loved
He fingered in the hall, stunned an
deathly pale
He saw his wife come out with he
hands pressed upon her forehead, a
if she were half distracted; then he SAL
her re-enter. He crept closer to tn
! | open door.
SYPHILIS eyes Enclosed. The phys
, clans bent over her, but she locke
= | away from them. She seemed to Sc
: | only Marquand's wife, tall, ghastly
old.
She tried to speak, her eyes still fixe
on Marquand's wife.
- mo law-I never-lied-"
! She breathed irregularly, and hi
lips moved again:
$ "What we said-to each-other-
never to meet again" Her voi'
d grew stronger. 'I-fell-I leaned tc
t far-God forgive-it was my fault
lean-so far. Be-glad of this
i | leaned-too-far."
Her voice had sunk again to viii
per. The gray look stilled her featur
Il till they seemed but a waxen mas
e Her clinging olive-scented draperi
e lay like unstirred snow, her breath vi
> spent forever. She was dead.
And Marquands wife crept shudde
ing from the room.